As for any of us in crisis, hope is the one thing that’s everything.

My fear of endings too often blocks my hope of beginnings.

A horizon on the road of hope is nothing more than a starting point for the next horizon.

If all we see are cinders and ashes, all we see is ‘what was’ at the expense of what the cinders and ashes are preparing to be.

It would seem that the belief that ‘everything is bad’ won’t quit dogging us until we’ve unconditionally surrendered the belief that ‘anything might be good.’ And if what is ‘bad’ fears what is ‘good’ to that degree, then I am left with the assumption that good left alive will eventually leave bad less than alive.

If there’s one thing that will stop people from achieving their goals, it’s a wall. However, as I see it, without a wall there’s no place to build a door.

Hope crushed is never hope killed.

We must always remember that the darkness might hide everything, but it eliminates nothing.

Mankind is a mess. But messes are made to be cleaned up.